Maroon
“Good day folks, its friday which means our weekly prophecy from Gram Jam is about to be presented to us any minute.”
“I… I… think… today the moon’ll turn maroon and then… then a bunch of crazy things will go down givin’ ya’ll the heebie jeebies ya’ll have been askin’ for…” Gram Jam winked first at the reporter and then at the camera.
“Could you elaborate what crazy things are going down and how is the moon going to turn maroon?”
“If I tell ya’ll everything, won’t I be stealing all the suspense?” Gram Jam smirked.
“Alright,” the reporter shook her head in disappointment, “do you have any advice for us when things go down?”
“Hang in there, it’s a good thing!” Gram Jam looked incredibly pleased with herself.
This is Natasha, reporting live from the good o’l town of Brusko where nothing exciting ever happens. Stay tuned for more news on the Maroon Moon!
“We’re here at the moonrise point of ol’ Brusko waiting for the moon to turn maroon.” The camera shows a panoramic view of the sky with the white moon making a clear entrance as the sun bid goodbye.
“I think we all are going to become werewolves when the moon turns maroon,’ predicted the bunny toothed kid.
“I think the maroon moon will bring a wine shower and we’ll finally get to taste it and Mama, you can do nothing to stop me,” said another kid and like Gram Jam’s he too winked at the camera.
Natasha soon regretted interviewing the kids and signed off with another, “This is Natasha, reporting live from the good o’l town of Brusko where nothing exciting ever happens. Stay tuned for more news on the Maroon Moon!”
“Still white… the moon is still white,” Natasha looked unamused.
“We just heard a shriek coming from Mr. Pancotta’s house, we’ll come back to the maroon moon later… or not… The moon is maroon, it really is, get the shot Eric, it really really is maroon for real!” The camera zoomed in on the moon.
